Death is what men want when the anguish of living is more than they can bear.
Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.
What greater grief than the loss of one's native land.
The way of God is complex, he is hard for us to predict. He moves the pieces and they come somehow into a kind of order.
Who dares not speak his free thoughts is a slave.
Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.